The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

"His Majesty Azir..."

Above the ground, Ramos looked worriedly at the sky not far away.

It actually disapproved of war from the very beginning, but Shurima could not sit idly by judging what the Protoss did.

Unfortunately, judging from the current situation, they had the upper hand as soon as they started fighting.

"You still have the mind to observe others?"

The voice suddenly sounded from behind Ramos.

Ramos sighed and continued to hide in his shell.

winter!

The scythe hummed against the pointed shell, but did no damage.

"You are useless, you have been injured, there is no way to hurt me." Ramos' dull voice came from inside the shell.

Indeed, as he said, Crimmans did him no harm.

But at the same time, he couldn't stop him at all.

"Oh, I'm not like your brainless companion. It only takes a little while to vent."

Crimson's slightly smiling voice sounded, and at the same time, his figure disappeared.

Hearing this sentence, Ramos' complexion changed greatly, and he looked towards the sand dunes in the distance.

"Roar!

! "

The gravel of the sand dunes in the distance danced all over the sky, and Renekton's body was bigger than before.

But the pair of red eyes and the **** scars clearly indicated that he was abnormal.

boom!

!

The grains of sand flew, and Renekton's figure flashed, and without turning at all, he went straight towards Ramos, the only creature in the desert.

His mind is now full of killing intent and anger, and he just wants to tear everything to pieces.

"Rekton!

! "

Ramos only made a sound, and Renekton rushed forward, slamming down the two battle axes in his hands.

boom! boom!

The battle axe slammed into the pointed shell, making a loud, concussive sound.

While dealing little damage, Ramos felt terribly tricky.

Once the two of them are dragged, Crimmans is completely free.

With what he knew about Crimmans, Azir was in danger!

Sure enough, when the figure of Crimmans appeared again, it was already beside Xerath.

As soon as he appeared, his brows were slightly wrinkled:

"Such a weak offensive, it seems that you are still showing mercy, Xerath!"

"Azyr is not as weak as you think." Xerath's figure was flat.

"But you're not that weak, Xerath. We know you, and we know Azir."

Kleimans took a deep look at Xerath, those deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.

Then, without waiting for Xerath to refute anything, Kalimans continued:

"Since you are only willing to contribute this power, then keep it well, and I will kill him for you!"

Saying that, he raised the huge sickle in his hand.

Xerath squinted at him with a sullen look, and his voice was slightly deep:

"It's a little different from your plan."

"Hehe, are you caring about him?" Clemens sneered, "Don't focus on him with all your attention, and occasionally look elsewhere."

After saying that, he rushed straight towards Azir, who kept retreating.

"Look anywhere else?"

Xerath murmured, the perception spreading outward.

After a while, he turned his head to look east.

That undisguised aura was as arrogant as the one I saw not long ago...

boom!

!

On the other side, Crimmans and Azir had already collided.

"Your sand is as slow as the first time I saw it."

Clemens easily broke through Azir's defense and slashed at Azir's scepter with a scythe.

Card! Card! Card!

Crimmans' scythe was pressed down hard, and Azir was actually a little unstoppable.

Looking at Azir's solemn eyes, Crimmans grinned and said:

"Have you found it?"

Azir could feel that the power from the opponent's sickle had at least doubled from the last battle.

But although Azir couldn't help being pressed down by the scepter, he snorted coldly:

"It's still the fluorescence before Yaoyang."

"Aren't you curious, why am I so much stronger than before?"

Clemens sneered and swung the sickle in his hand.

laugh!

!

The sickle directly tore the golden armor on the opponent's body, and blood gurgled from the wound.

Looking at the unbelievable eyes of the other party, Klimans laughed:

"Judgment, verdict, what is verdict, when I do justice, I will be invincible!

"

"Dirty like a bitch."

Azir looked away with disdain in his eyes.

I don't know when it started, the Judgment Legion under Kalimans has been wiped out, and only the sand soldiers he summoned stand there.

How can he not understand now that the so-called power of judgment is just a derivation of the power of cause and effect.

The people who had been tampered with in the Judgment Legion were all puppets that Crimmans sent to death.

Every time one of these puppets died in his hands, Crimmans would become stronger against him.

But this kind of dirty means can be used, and only this group of inferior protoss.

"Attack!

! "

Azir shouted loudly, and yellow sand poured out from both sides again, forming a large number of sand soldiers rushing towards Crimmans.

Clemens grinned, holding a scythe, slaughtering through the soldiers of the sand, as if entering no one's land:

"You wouldn't naively think that if I kill these minions, I will weaken my power."

"The ruling, of course, every time the ruling is executed, my power will be stronger!"

boom!

!

Crimmans slashed straight at Azir.

With just one blow, all the sand soldiers along the way were swept away.

And after destroying countless soldiers of sand, that slash showed no sign of diminishing at all, on the contrary, it was more solid.

Thinker

boom!

Azir was severely hit by this slash, and his body was thrown straight back, forcibly smashing a huge pit on the ground.

"My ability perfectly restrains you, Azir!"

The figure of Crimmans fell from the sky, with the scythe on his shoulders, hanging from the sky and looking down at Azir below:

"It's like a lost dog."

Hearing this sentence, Azir just gasped unwillingly, but Xerath, who was standing in the sky, glanced at Crimmans, his eyes seemed to have murderous intent surging.

"Oh?"

Clemens just raised the scythe to prepare for the final attack, and then glanced eastward with a half-smiling smile:

"It seems that you don't have to die today, but seeing your miserable appearance by that person will make you feel more uncomfortable than dying."

Azir's face was hideous, staring at Crimmans~www.wuxiahere.com~ With his perception, he could naturally feel the breath from the east.

Aatrox! Crimmans!

!

Y'all be damned!

!

Shurima, will prosper in my hands!

Power...more power is needed!

"Your expression is very good, see you next time, loser!"

Crimmans laughed, the sickle was put away, and the figure ran into the distance.

Right now, he has no intention of fighting Aatrox.

"Aatrox Yaomian... Only weaker than the first generation of Emperor Wu... Oh, under my ruling, you will also become the soul of the sword."

Klimans sneered at the distance, turned around and prepared to leave in the other direction.

But before he could do anything, his face changed drastically.

"Xerath! Help me!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Xerath, who was beside him, disappeared.

And the sky in the distance lit up with a golden light.

In the blink of an eye, the golden light swept to the front, and it was a golden sword energy.

"Damn!"

Crimmans' face twisted, he raised his scythe to block.

But without the blessing of the power of judgment, this sword energy is obviously not something he can resist.

The sickle in his hand was forcibly separated, and the sword energy slashed at his body, and the huge momentum flew out with Crimmans upside down, sweeping westward.

"Aatrox! I want you to die!"

Crimmans's filial piety could be heard in the distance, but he was seriously injured, but he didn't dare to stay any longer, and disappeared in the air in the blink of an eye.

After a while, the golden light in space landed.

Aatrox descends with the wings of the gods and the golden armor.

Facing the situation at the scene, he just glanced at Azir and spit out a word lightly:

"waste!"